I nodded and watched as his face reddened until all I could see was the disturbing green hardness of his eyes.
“Leave,” he finally said.
“Leave this house. Now. Before I do something I’ll regret.”
My heart in my throat, I sidestepped him and fled out of the bathroom. I burst out of the house, running as if the devil was at my heels. Ignoring Trent’s questions, I ran past him and up the stairs of my cabin. I slammed the front door shut behind me and slid down it. It was only when I managed to breathe again that I realized what I’d told Leo. What I’d implied.
Oh man, I was so, so screwed.
The next day dawned bright and early, complete with a weirdly enthusiastic Logan at my door bearing a Starbucks latte and cinnamon roll. I thought about how far the nearest one was and cringed when I calculated the number of miles he’d logged to get me those. “You shouldn’t have,” I truthfully said as I let him in.
“I wanted to,” he replied, rocking back and forth as if he were tied to an elasticized toy.
“You’re awfully awake this morning.”
“I’ve been up for hours.”
I winced. I’d already guessed that. “Right. Huh, would you like some?”
“Since when do you share coffee?”
“Since you drove such a long way to get it for me?”
“Oh.” He blinked as if flustered. “Sure. If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t.” I opened the cup and took a sip before handing it back to him. I watched as he put his lips right where mine had been, a little flutter coming to life inside me at the image. Turning back to the counter, I quickly snapped the roll in two and offered him half. I hadn’t even taken another sip of coffee before the pastry had vanished inside his mouth. “Hungry?” I commented wryly.
“You know me. I always am.”
I blinked. There had been heat in his voice, almost as if he’d been talking about his hunger…for other things. I deposited the coffee in front of me and mumbled, “Huh. Right.” He chuckled, the sound echoing within me. Damn! “Turn it down, Logan.”
His smile widened. “Or what?” he asked, suddenly crowding me.
I found myself cornered against the counter, the tiles digging into my back as Logan’s arms caged me from the front. “Don’t.”
“Why not, sweetheart? Don’t you know this is what’s supposed to happen?”
“What do you mean?”
He laughed again, the crystal-clear notes of his voice making my flesh rise into goose bumps. “I’m here to seduce you, Jade. I want you as my mate.”
“Of course, I do.” He bent his head and nuzzled the side of my face, his blond hair falling into his eyes at the movement.
“Logan, I…” I realized I had no idea what to say. I put my hands on his shoulders, but instead of pushing him away, my fingers squeezed the muscles there.
He groaned and bent a tiny bit more, aligning himself perfectly with my mouth. When his lips met mine a moment later, I was still confused enough I didn’t know how to react. This was Logan, the man, who together with Trent, was probably the one I’d spent the least amount of time with over the years. He’d always been busy doing God knew what. Everyone had jobs within the Pride, jobs that made us self-sufficient. If someone had specific skills, they used them for the greater good. Brian was a hunter. Trent planted and maintained gardens that meant we had enough vegetables and fruits to last us through the year. Sara had cooked and made sure our fridges were full. Logan, though, I still wasn’t sure what he did.